open ⋆ nsfw call me out post 2016

( except for the fact that's a lie, given this post... )
- As you probably have guessed by the title of this post: I'm thirsty almost 99.99% of the time. Which means that this is your chance to indulge me! Or vice versa. Or something. 2016 has literally just started (as of this post) and I thought to myself - hey, maybe somebody will want to do some sexytimes with me. And without further ado, here is your open post to do just that! I'm really not picky on kinks and this is pretty much a do whatever, whenever kind of post for the year, so feel free to hit me up now, later, whenever.
Anyway, my kink list can be found here, and my muselist is here. Feel free to call out any of my characters and just list kinks and I'll throw a starter up! As for ships, I'm not all that picky and I'm okay with M/F, F/F and M/M, although I'm not that great at the latter, admittedly.
And there you have it. Be free to do whatever you want just as long as it's smut worthy. And I don't mind getting to the down and dirty if you prefer skipping through the buildup. ♥
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But more importantly, she didn't think that it would work so well. Seeing her target in a handpicked maid outfit (she was a Tohsaka, she had those) she couldn't help but grin. ]
You look nice today. [ Although to be honest, the spell she had casted probably made them think that they were Rin's maid from the very start, so looking nice today... shouldn't really mean too much. ]
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Right now, though, Rita's research wasn't exactly on her mind. Or her body. One of the other servants had almost insisted on taking all of Rita's clothes and cleaning them. Genius though Rita Mordio usually was... Her fashion sense was borderline horrifying. The fact that it looked cute seemed to be more coincidence than any semblance of intent.
The other thing that, in context, had been kind of freaky, was that Rita's stress levels were so high that, once Rin had given her the mental push, she'd gone under deep. This probably had something to do with the fact that Rita was an absolute workaholic, and not helped by her usually rather terrible social skills. She'd spent most of her teenage years in research, because no one thought to give her anything else. Her clothes had came off almost as soon as Rin had told her to, because her sense of modesty was built more on people being angry if she was underdressed and her lab being cold than anything.
The only time she'd hesitated in putting on her current outfit had been when she was handed nice replacements for her plain underwear after the required shower. It'd been odd seeing her hesitate at wearing things that looked good, but a little nudge and the black, lacy bra and panties had slipped on. After that, it hadn't required any coaxing to get the frilly headdress, thighhighs, shoes, gloves, or even the dress on. Rin had expected some resistance from Rita when she'd given her a dress and apron that barely even covered her butt and had such a low neckline, but it was almost like Rita hadn't noticed.
And then, with a few choice words and a snap of her fingers, Rita had 'woken' up, completely subsumed in the maid act. Even her poise was completely different - stiff and formal - as she bowed.]
Thank you, mistress. Are you well this evening?
[The tone of her voice seemed rote, and a mind less used to maids than Rin might even have mistaken it for well-practiced. Her face, similarly, expressed very little emotion.]
a million years later, i finally return.
She wonders just how far she can push it, so she tests the waters by answering her question. ]
In fact, I'm not doing well. What do you plan on doing about that?
Re: a million years later, i finally return.
[Rita bowed a second time, lingering just long enough to highlight... Her frankly pretty minimal cleavage.]
A maid is as furniture, to be used as the mistress wishes.
[... A repressed kink, perhaps? Or just that Rita had some really interesting perceptions of what being a maid meant...]